O WHITE, white, light moon, that sailest in the sky, Look down upon the whirling world, for thou art up so high, And tell me where my Donald is who sailed across the sea, And make a path of silver light to lead him back to me. O white, white, bright moon, thy cheek is coldly fair; A little cloud beside thee seems thy wildly floating hair; And if thou wouldst not have me grow as white and cold as thee, Go, make a mighty tide to draw my Donald back to me. O light, white, bright moon, that dost so fondly shine, There is not a lily in the world but hides its face from thine: I too shall go and hide my face close in the dust from thee, Unless with light and tide thou bring my Donald back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE IVORY GATE; LOVE-IN-IDLENESS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ROBBER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WHEN JUNE IS COME by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |